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(Now if I was smart and staying up late... again, I should be doing something useful... like studying. But I'm not so here we are :caf)


It was risky going so near the port. Solus knew it was dangerous to be around strange people and strange towns.

But Fish should have the chance to see the the ocean. She'd reasoned with Pocket.

The sounds of the water helped sooth her anxieties. She could see it glinting in the fading evening lights as waves broke rhythmically on the sand. Sol glanced up the coastline and stared absently at the flickering lights of the ships in the port. For a brief moment she wondered what it must be like to be on one of them, to sail out into the middle of the sea...

Stop wasting time on fantasies.

Solus scowled at the all too familiar inner voice. Pushing all her thoughts away in an attempt to bury it once again, she returned to the important task at hand.

"Hear that, Fish?" Whispering was likely unnecessary given she doubted anyone was around to hear her, she continued regardless. "That, that would be the ocean! Your little stream can't compare to this, it's endless and beautiful! Do you want to see it?"

A grin crept across her face as she withdrew both stones from their bag. Clutching one in each hand she headed across the sand closer to the water.

She let out a squeal as the cold water rushed around her legs, holding her stones close to her chest. "Isn't this great, Fish!"

It'd been years since she'd been to the coast. She remembered her insistent requests to her mother to take her.

2 years.

She breathed the salty, sea filled air deeply and firmly forced the voice away again. Dwelling on the past had never worked to fix it previously and she doubted it'd start now.


(There. She be near the ship and I have no clue what next...
Also it shouldn't make me so happy to write about rocks, but it does 😌)
 
Somewhere_In_The_Clouds said:
ISA NO ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT TILL I WAS ASLEEP
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(I jusssst woke up and it’s so freezing cold in my bedroom so im hiding under the covers mustering courage to get up and shiver and I opened BYC and then as soon as I did you posted.
Fate is a cruel thing…
:lau
Go to beeeeed
I’ll pretend I never saw it)
 
Isabella6Storm4 said:
(I jusssst woke up and it’s so freezing cold in my bedroom so im hiding under the covers mustering courage to get up and shiver and I opened BYC and then as soon as I did you posted.
Fate is a cruel thing…
:lau
Go to beeeeed
I’ll pretend I never saw it)
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(The anxiety you have caused 😭
Goodnight 😭)
 
-Shade- said:
I had to keep writing something...

The silence around her was imperfect. The ticking of a small clock somewhere in the cabin and the very faint hum of voices in Jintao's cabin ruffled the settling calm.
The Harpy stood, biting her lower lip gently, her hands still pressed behind her against the door.
The feeling of trying this hard was despisable to her. She sought only to induce just enough fear for respect, and that had been easy in any other circumstance before. Some of the crew even fell to it as normal as any other unfortunate soul who crossed paths with her.
But somehow, this pathetic human was beyond immune to it. He disrespected her position, was ignorant of her power, and disgusted at her lack of experience.

And all that aside? An explanation shoved its way through, against her better judgment, rousing the already sensitive flames of hatred within her. Ember exhaled deeply once more, pressing a hand to her forehead.
That's why isn't it? Because I'm mythic, she snarled at the man in her mind. You'd be that kind- the same kind that burns down our nests and hangs our wings as trophies. My bullet would find you long before yours found me, human.
She struck away from the door in her bitterness, the vicious thoughts still hurling themselves silent against the wall toward the humans as she crossed the room to the lone desk. The light collection of babbles rattled loudly as she yanked the drawers open, surprised by how well it opened. The ticking became louder, the source proving to be a small pocket watch hidden inside the desk. With it, three charcoal styluses, a small blade, a handheld mirror, a compass, and a faded silver key.
It was the key she was after, but she gathered some of the other baubles with it, setting the pocket watch and mirror atop the desk as she slid the drawer closed, far more gentle than before.

The key fit the latch on the door as she'd expected, though she was still pleasantly surprised by how easy it'd been to find. The handle clicked and she gave it a quick twist, her wings arching with satisfaction when it remained firm. Whether it inconvenienced the human woman or not, she didn't care. Lyra would have to knock to be let in.

The Harpy set herself to discovering the possessions of the room.
The other drawer in the desk held a decent stack of curled parchment and with it, a folded and well-used map of the island, scrawled over almost unrecognizable with notes of coursed voyage paths, ocean currents, and hidden dangers. Tucked to either side of the desk was a large trunk.
Ember knelt in front of the first hardwood chest, her wing feathers flaring out across the ground as she did. She gently blew at the thin layer of dust settled atop its flat lid, brushing the latch gently before prying it open.

To one side, three heavy coats were folded, stacked from largest to smallest. The largest- definitely far too large for Ember- was a dark brown and seemed well-used, smudged with gunpowder residue and smoke. The second and third were both black. She lifted these out and set them aside, diving back into the trunk to rummage through the other contents.
A pair of large leather boots was pushed against the last coat, lightly used, but once again too big for her. Not that she needed a new pair anyway. Aside from that, there were three holstered flintlocks, unloaded and devoid of powder, a large double-edged dagger, and a long, slender boot knife. Ember collected the latter, setting it on top of the coats to her side.
The sound of the trunk closing echoed loudly against the hollow walls and she jumped, flicking her wings in irritation before she stood.

The second chest held a varied assortment of clothing. She raided these as well, retrieving her first pick of the dark pieces- the ones that fit- and leaving the brightly colored ones for the human to sort later.
First come, first served.
She dumped her armful of clothing into the hammock closest to the stern, furthest from the door, before turning to retrieve the bootknife and coats.
The larger of the two turned out to be, once again, too large for her slender frame. But it offered an interesting discovery. The back of the coat had two long slits in the back, covered by buttoned flaps that disguised the gaps when not used. If it was what Ember suspected...

She undid the button and flung the coat over her back, feeling it smother her feathered wings.
There was a bit of adjusting and an awful lot of twisting, but eventually, despite the coat hanging too loose around the rest of her, her wings fit unrestrained and naturally through the back of the coat.
She figured they weren't specifically modified for Harpies and Phoenix's only- a Wyvern could certainly manage if the largest one had the same concept- but it was a welcome development after the unruly day. The air of universal openness aboard the Quicksilver was more than welcoming.
Ember found the coat came off with surprising easy, and she tossed it back across the trunk it had come from, unfolding and inspecting the last and smallest one before draping it over her hammock, satisfied.

She claimed the pocket watch on the desk as well and dropped it atop the pile of clothing before sending one last searching glance around the cabin.
The hand mirror glinted lantern light at her from its skyward-facing position on the desk. A hesitant moment passed and she stood staring at it, before stepping closer and sliding across the wood toward her.
She scooped a hand behind it and angled it toward her.
It had been years since she had stood before a simple mirror before- how many? She didn't feel like counting. An uninterested glance at a dark window or a silhouetted flash of a puddle had sufficed, not that she cared much about her appearance. The most she needed was to ensure her wings her convicably hidden.
Here, her cheeks and eyes seemed narrower than when she'd last looked clearly. Her hair hung longer, and without the mirror, she wouldn't have noticed how unkempt and wind-blown the raven-black strands were. The feathers in her crest had lengthened and flared more, curving upward sharply from the sides of her head. The blood red in her eyes had faded, leaving a slight sunset tone to them instead, and the auburn-red streaks of hair had darkened.
And against her right cheek, a pale, quite noticeable scar.
She jerked the mirror back to the countertop, spinning away from it and focusing viciously on the collection in her hammock. She balled up the clothes and jacket with the boot knife wrapped in the middle and shoved them into the corner beneath the hanging bed.
The Harpy paused briefly, one hand resting on the hammock as she glanced back toward the desk, snatching the key to the cabin up and tucking it beneath the pillow.

(I saw a few times that the officer's and/or captain's hammocks sometimes had a wood frame at the head and feet, or they had a full wood frame and were more of a hanging bed. I'll leave that one up to you RD)
(Cap, whenever Tay decides to come into the cabin, don't forget Ember locked the door)
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(Ok but as I think about this and all the research about winged humans I’ve done comes to me, it would be really hard for anyone with wings to sleep in a hammock without waking with an eternal crick in their back)
 
Isabella6Storm4 said:
(Ok but as I think about this and all the research about winged humans I’ve done comes to me, it would be really hard for anyone with wings to sleep in a hammock without waking with an eternal crick in their back)
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I, myself, often sleep on my stomach with my head and chest or something propped on a pillow, so my neck doesn't get cricked
I figured Ember would probably sleep like that or somewhere along those lines
 

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